Some porn stars only do porn and are quickly forgotten. Bree Olson, on the other hand, is practically a household name these days. Of course, she wasn’t always that way. Bree was born in 1986 in Houston, Texas and grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana. Hell, she even enrolled at Indiana University – Purdue University Fort Wayne briefly before deciding to become a porn star at age 19.
Most sex that happens in porn, isn’t in a bed. Pornstars are special people (and yes, some do belong on the short bus). With the massive breasts, big cocks and circus trick sex positions they do, bed sex would be boring.
So where do these living blow up dolls get down and dirty? Glad you asked, because today on orgasm.com we’ve got the top ten spots for sex in porn.
The love of breasts is almost universal. Whether large or small, perky or full, we love a well formed pair of breasts. Even gay men are sometimes known to adore these warm and bounteous orbs, even if the rest of a woman’s body leaves them cold they can often still appreciate this one part. or two parts, to be more exact. These wonderful objects are often seen tightly bound in sweaters or tee shirts, or set free on nude beaches or during Mardi Gras to bounce and show off their beautiful hard nipples and round aureole. What is the captivation with them? They don’t just look good in sex videos but they feel good too, pressed against our bodies during fucking, when we take them in our hands and knead them and work those firm little nubbins on the top of each.
In recent years more porn stars and kinksters have been rediscovering corsets, which not only make the waist seem smaller but also push up the breasts making them more prominent and attractive to our viewing. Women love to use their cleavage to hold even their cell phones if they have enough of it, a sight which never fails to catch the attention of the men around them. breasts feel wonderful wrapped around our cocks, with lubrication or spit added to make things slippery and we thrust away in between them until we come all over them. We can then watch her rub our spunk into their surface and enjoy the slick feel as we enjoy other sexual activities if we haven’t run out of steam.
Indeed there is little that will make a man harder faster than switching between a wet and slippery blow job to rubbing one’s breasts all along the shaft, being sure to tease him with a nipple. Lesbian and bisexual women may also enjoy the feeling of a very firm nipple rubbing against their clitoris.
People go through a lot of changes as they get older, and a lot of people don’t deal well with aging. It isn’t easy for a lot of people to feel like their youth and vitality are slipping away from them. It’s hard to admit that our sex drive is changing, that our stamina isn’t the same and that our bodies are losing their youthful energy. Women usually hate seeing their breasts beginning to sag, and most men hate it when their balls start to swing a little lower with each passing year. Nearly everyone hates it when they suddenly notice that they have old man or old woman ass. It’s really easy to feel like our bodies are betraying us.
One thing that a lot of people find really disturbing is when their pubic hair starts to turn gray. A lot of people don’t even realize that it’s possible until they’ve already noticed that it’s happening to them. Guys typically have more body hair and many don’t remove it, so they watch the gray hairs infiltrate their chest and facial hair in addition to their head and their genital area. Quite a few men have an easier time dealing with their head hair turning gray than they o when their body hair turns gray. On top of gray hairs, we all have to deal with wrinkles and skin that starts to sag and lose its youthful glow and plumpness. A lot of people would do nearly anything to keep their skin radiant, soft and younger.
They will do even more to keep from getting wrinkles, because that’s a development that most people really don’t handle very well. Nobody wants to feel or look old. With advances in skin care and plastic surgery, people can keep themselves looking younger much longer these days, and that’s usually a very welcome thing for most people. In addition, pharmaceutical drugs, medical procedures and healthy living can help people have a really active sex life far past what previous generations expected or even hoped for. Having great sex actually helps us feel younger, so having more sex will make most people feel even better. People shouldn’t ever have to give up sex just because they’re getting older. Sometimes sex gets even better as we age.
Stella Eden, Esq. spun around in her desk and reached for a law book on the top shelf of her bookcase, but as she stretched up to retrieve it, snap, her right bra strap tore away from its moorings. For Stella and her 42DD cup bra this was a structural disaster.
“What am I going to do?” she said knowing she was wanted back in the judge’s chamber in twenty minutes.
She made J-street in five, flicked her cell on vibrate and managed into the big Macy’s on the corner.
Running (as best she could considering all the bouncing she was doing) Stella ran into the woman’s lingerie department where she met a smiling salesman thankfully as old as her forty-two years.
“Mishap at work?” the pretty black lady asked, obviously noticing Stella’s big right boob free and bouncing under her blouse while her left was high and supported.
“42dd?” lady asked and the woman turned from Stella for all of a minute then returned with a pretty white bra.
“Would you?” Stella tried rushing with the lady back to the tiny fitting rooms as her cell buzzed and nipple rubbed against her blouse.
“Do you find that at the end of the day your breasts are just dying to relax a little,” the lady asked when they entered the tiny room and closed the slatted door.
She helped Stella remove her blouse and extricated her from the broken big bra.
“Mmmmm, yes,” Stella replied. “My breasts always feel like they’re in prison until I can get my bra off.”
“Well they are quite magnificent,” the sales lady said facing her now topless customer.
What happen next stunned Stella so much that she just stood there like a statue.
“I’m big myself, 36 double dees, but yours really…” the lady said, reached out, took Stella’s breasts in her dark hands and began massaging them.
“I just love to do my nipples at the end of the day, don’t you?”
Stella’s head began to spin, as the twisting of her nipples sent an electric shock straight to her clit and she tried to stay standing.
When was she needed back in the judge’s chambers?.
“You should go back braless, you are firm enough,” the lady said. She then dipped her smiling face and licked Stella’s right nipple, the one that had been so hard and suffering, and then her left.
“Oh, God suck…suck,” Stella moaned as the woman did just that in the tiny room.
“You want to return the favor?” the lady asked coming off Stella.
She unbuttoned the front of her shirt, unhooked her front clasp bra and presented rosy nipples on her chocolate melons to her new customer.
Stella lean forward and began to suckle the woman against the mirror of the changing room.
“I got to…I got to get back,” she said lifting her mouth off the pretty saleslady. “Can I…?”
“This will fit you, maybe a little tight but no fear of it snapping,” the saleslady said, removed her bra and helped put it around Stella.
“Oh God it’s so tight, I…”
“Yes you can,” the black woman said. “It will remind you to come back here at five-thirty and get me.”
“My pussy is on fire, ya know?” Stella said as they walked out of the dressing room and the salesgirl buttoned up completely.
“So is mine,” she said. “Imagine if I lick your tits that good what I will do to your pussy?”
Stella left the store red faced but somewhat calmer then when she he had come in.
Damn she hadn’t even asked the salesgirl her name. Then again, she was wearing the woman’s bra, they were close now!
Michael Rinker rose to his feet and tapped the rim of his wine glass.
“My lovely wife and I would like to thank every one for coming this evening, it has truly been a wonderful party,” he said beaming at Reanne sitting next to him. The five couples joined around them in the high-walled dark panel dinning room lifted their glasses in agreement.
“However the night is still young and we have an unexpected surprise for you.”
“Of course most of you know our live-in, Priscilla,” the man continued, as murmurs rose in the room. “And you know, she has given Reanne and myself many exceptional sexual experiences during these past three years. Reanne and I would very much like to share Priscilla with you tonight.”
“So,” Michael said, putting his glass down and offering his hand to help his wife stand. “…if you would, everyone follow us to the library.”
All ten guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne and Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties. Reanne quickly came to her servant’s side.
“Cilla has agreed to this out of her great love for Michael and myself, and of course we feel the same way about her.”
Touching the tall girl’s arm lightly, the hostess continued.
“As is plainly obvious, Priscilla has a most beautiful body, and I’m pretty sure that most of the men are already erect and the women are dampening their panties.”
Titters and wiggling around the room confirmed Reanne’s wide-eyed assumption. Cilla unhooked her bra then, exposing her pert 34c breasts as Michael took up the speech.
“And as beautiful as our sweet little Priscilla is, the most erotic thing about her is her incredibly hirsute vaginal area…which my wife and I have discouraged her to shave since she has been in our employ.”
Reanne knelt and slid Priscilla’s her satin panties down to the young woman’s her ankles. The room was electric with stares, “ohh and ahhs” and shifting as one of the hairiest pussies anyone there had ever seen was revealed.
“And the time has come to shave it,” Reanne and Michael chorused.
Priscilla stepped around the low lit room to what everyone knew was Michael’s most prized possession, his grandfather’s low cherry-red leather reading chair. A towel had been placed on the seat and sitting demurely, the Rinker’s servant spread her legs to expose her furry muff to the partiers who gathered round while Michael came to stand before them, a spray bottle of shaving cream and steady razor in his hand.
“Will the women please reach into their pockets for the sachets my wife handed you when you entered our home this evening.”
Each of the five ladies did as asked.
“The lady with the star drawn under her perfume package is the winner.”
“Oh my,” Barbara Tents said cuddling close to her husband Jack.
“Barbara, Jack” Reanne said as Priscilla squirmed.
The assembled guests looked down at the spread girl under them to see bulging red pussy lips wet and pulsating in that forest of fur. The mistress of the house silently urged Barbara into position and semi semi-circle formed as the wide-eyed Mrs. Tents knelt before Priscilla while Jack Tents went to the girl and began to play with Priscilla’s tits.
“Shave her for us all,” Michael and Reanne chorused while Michael handed his guest the razor and the shaving cream.
Priscilla moaned and opened her legs even wider as Jack tweaked her hard right nipple.
“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be gentle,” Barbara said squirting a foaming dollop of cream into her hand. “We’ll have this cute little wet pussy bald in no time.”
Michael Rinker rose to his feet and tapped the rim of his wine glass.
“My lovely wife and I would like to thank every one for coming this evening, it has truly been a wonderful party,” he said beaming at Reanne sitting next to him. The five couples joined around them in the high-walled dark panel dinning room lifted their glasses in agreement.
“However the night is still young and we have an unexpected surprise for you.”
“Of course most of you know our live-in, Priscilla,” the man continued, as murmurs rose in the room. “And you know, she has given Reanne and myself many exceptional sexual experiences during these past three years. Reanne and I would very much like to share Priscilla with you tonight.”
“So,” Michael said, putting his glass down and offering his hand to help his wife stand. “…if you would, everyone follow us to the library.”
All ten guests arose from their chairs and followed Reanne and Michael into the adjoining library, where Priscilla stood waiting calmly in the middle of the room in only her bra and panties. Reanne quickly came to her servant’s side.
“Cilla has agreed to this out of her great love for Michael and myself, and of course we feel the same way about her.”
Touching the tall girl’s arm lightly, the hostess continued.
“As is plainly obvious, Priscilla has a most beautiful body, and I’m pretty sure that most of the men are already erect and the women are dampening their panties.”
Titters and wiggling around the room confirmed Reanne’s wide-eyed assumption. Cilla unhooked her bra then, exposing her pert 34c breasts as Michael took up the speech.
“And as beautiful as our sweet little Priscilla is, the most erotic thing about her is her incredibly hirsute vaginal area…which my wife and I have discouraged her to shave since she has been in our employ.”
Reanne knelt and slid Priscilla’s her satin panties down to the young woman’s her ankles. The room was electric with stares, “ohh and ahhs” and shifting as one of the hairiest pussies anyone there had ever seen was revealed.
“And the time has come to shave it,” Reanne and Michael chorused.
Priscilla stepped around the low lit room to what everyone knew was Michael’s most prized possession, his grandfather’s low cherry-red leather reading chair. A towel had been placed on the seat and sitting demurely, the Rinker’s servant spread her legs to expose her furry muff to the partiers who gathered round while Michael came to stand before them, a spray bottle of shaving cream and steady razor in his hand.
“Will the women please reach into their pockets for the sachets my wife handed you when you entered our home this evening.”
Each of the five ladies did as asked.
“The lady with the star drawn under her perfume package is the winner.”
“Oh my,” Barbara Tents said cuddling close to her husband Jack.
“Barbara, Jack” Reanne said as Priscilla squirmed.
The assembled guests looked down at the spread girl under them to see bulging red pussy lips wetand pulsating in that forest of fur. The mistress of the house silently urged Barbara into position and semi semi-circle formed as the wide-eyed Mrs. Tents knelt before Priscilla while Jack Tents went to the girl and began to play with Priscilla’s tits.
“Shave her for us all,” Michael and Reanne chorused while Michael handed his guest the razor and the shaving cream.
Priscilla moaned and opened her legs even wider as Jack tweaked her hard right nipple.
“Don’t worry dear, I’ll be gentle,” Barbara said squirting a foaming dollop of cream into her hand. “We’ll have this cute little wet pussy bald in no time.”
Boobs are awesome. Boobs are great. Boobs put a smile on everyone’s face.
Check that out: I just wrote you a little song!
Boobs are one (two) of my favorite things. And I’m not alone; You like them. Your friends like them. Your Dad likes them. You don’t even have to be a man OR a lesbian to like boobs. They are as important a part of our economy as oil. And are even better with a little oil on em! Why, I could go on and on and on and on……
